Hello all,

My name is Anthony, Tony, whatever. Just don’t call me stupid or some projectile vomit is going to be traveling in your general vicinity.

I was born in Marietta, GA but have lived in Houston since age 6. Still living the rent free life at home, but someday hope to hook up one o' dem swinging bacheoler pads like the cool guys have. I can't wait...
Till then, my modest wage count goes toward the purchase of alcoholic beverages and the tools to consume them. Not too many worries, except how I'm getting back home at 4am

You can find me in a bar at least once a week and I have been known to spend a large percentage of my income on beer. I kick ass at darts, pool, and guitar. Just not at the same time, unless you are a really hot bar fly. I might reconsider.
I frequent 5-10 major rock/metal shows a year (Ticketmaster loves me). Tool, Deftones, Justin Timberlake. It's all the same kick ass music to me.

It has been a pleasure hooking up with like minded individuals to kill brain cells/time in between hangovers and slave'in for the man. Rock on ShotKnights forever!
Interrogation

Age:
31

Weight:
170

Penis Size:
if you really want to know something could be arranged

First Beer You Drank:
Coors Light (stole a can from my grandparents)

Current Favorite Beer:
Heineken, Guinness, Bud Light, no Miller!

Favorite Shot:
Jagermeister is good for everyday use, if I was rich I’d get something better

Favorite People To Drink With:
ShotKnights crew, my Acadia bar crew (Darin, Courtney, Russell etc), Reggie’s people, the Dallas crew; Damn I know a lot of drunks…

Favorite Places To Drink:
B-dub, Acadia Bar, Astros games, Rockets, Texans, barbeques, concerts, weddings, church, elementary schools…

Bar You'll Never Go Back To:
I don’t like "The Hop" on FM 1960 in Houston. Too many skeezy old people

Do Bartenders Or Waitresses Love Or Hate You?
They had better love me! As much money as I drop in these places

Funny Drinking Story:
One night I broke a personal record by getting kicked out of two bars. The first one was not my fault, my buddy talked shit to the off-duty cop/security at the bar next to us. So next we took off to some dance club for our next stop. Several drinks later I am shook awake sitting on the curb outside the club. My friend tells me he hasn’t seen me in sometime and the bouncer told him that he had to kick me out of the club. I still don’t know what exactly happened there, oh well.

Closing comments:
Here's to alcohol, the cause of—and solution to—all life's problems.